I AM THE AFTERMATH // pyramid destruction

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

As his cousin suspected, the vulpine had been on his daily patrol -- golden hazel eyes narrowing as he returned to find quite the commotion.  If Vale intended to damage his pride or the like, zey would be forever disappointed.  The Ardent eyed the piñatas with disinterest.  As far paint, the faerie himself was an artist; he possessed no cause to be offended by graffiti.

Invoking trespassers to cross into the heart of Pittian territory; an act of treason.  "So, zer loyalties are clear."  For he had little doubts of who Vale could entice into Pitt lands -- the Coalition of the Condemned.  The arrogant fools are overextending themselves.

Gael raised his chin, simply focusing on blowing the surrounding dust away with a strong gust of wind; more concerned for those surrounding the building, than the pyramid itself.  Pittian lives came first.

"I want patrols checking the tunnel entrances," the Ardent commanded, ice in his voice.  He would not have any further assaults on his home this day.  Perhaps it is time we rearrange the tunnels.

"As for Aston," he inclined his head in agreement with his daughter. "Zey may be leaving on their on accord, but for inviting enemies into our camp, zey are a traitor to the Pitt.  Should they ever return to our lands, kill zem on sight."

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby